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There seems to be a major influx of 30th birthdays being marked with a list of 30 lessons learned along the road to 30. When I read these lists I can’t help but find them nice, but pretty common, impersonal and uninspiring (we all know we should save money, be grateful, date with intention, take care of our bodies and so on).

Just because we can spout off lessons we should be learning, doesn’t mean we’ve learned them. I’ve decided that for my 30th, which is about 8 weeks away, I’ll share 30 lessons I’ve actually learned–some will be common and some not so much. This of course requires a lot of little stories and tidbits, maybe a few per week even, and hopefully none of them will simply say “time heals all wounds” or whatever, followed by a round of shrugs and carrying on. I’ll start tomorrow and look forward to taking you on a real, sometimes embarrassing journey through my 30 lessons. Thank you for reading!

Looking forward to your stories of wisdom and what I’m guessing are going to be a few good tips on drinking. But first a word to the wise from myself…… Go and get a calendar and check the date, not the day-date, I mean the year. Then do some personal math. My girl and I were entertaining one night and as the conversation got around to my upcoming birthday, she said how she wanted to throw me a big shin-dig and invite everybody who was there and a bunch of other people we knew. I was not that excited about this prospect as I’m not a giant fan of birthdays and being the center of attention. Any how as I’m arguing her intentions she says something like ” I wanna do something big for your 30th”, to wit I replied something like, “kinda getting a bit of a head start there aren’t you honey?” Then the “discussion” commenced as to how old I was going to be. She stated that she had thrown my party the year before and how could I not know I was going to be 30? I of course replied with something like ” I think I know how old I am” then proceeded to announce (to the room full of people) the year it currently was and then triumphantly followed that up with the year I was born. Let me tell you something, not much can make you look and feel like a colossal ass as being wrong in that situation. (Not to mention as far as I was concerned I just lost an entire year of my life.” Really put an extra shitty damper on my “big day”. Just a heads-up from me to you. 🙂 🙂

I still see myself pal’n around with Jimmy Fallon and the likes on the late nite circuit, like I’m some Hollywood Somebody that people would love to just watch and regal them with stories of my superiorly interesting life. The fact of the matter is that I’m probably better friends with my lawnmower than I ever will be with Jimmy Fallon. Although……. I am rather hilarious, and have a bit of the gift of gab, soooooooo……. You never know. Tell you what, my first appearance on the LateNite scene, I’m stopping by to pick you up. Have your Pimp Cup at the ready!